There is something about Richard Dickerson that naturally precludes this kind of curiosity in people. It’s part of what has made him so successful in the roles assigned him over the years.
His eyes are pale on Ellis across the fire, the eyes of a creature caught out in a dumpster by a flipped switch or a suddenly opened door. Not fearful, but not entirely certain how to proceed, either. Surely Ellis knows what he’s looking at. Why shouldn’t he go right back to cracking rotten chicken bones between his teeth.
“When I was very young,” he says, “I aspired to be a warlock of Dendar, the Night Serpent. As was common, among my people.
“A sort of chevalier mage,” seems like a necessary clarification, issued matter-of-fact after a pause for to consider a question he’d asked Ellis, once. I assume most children want to be chevaliers, he’d said. "They are popularly considered to be very evil."
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His eyes are pale on Ellis across the fire, the eyes of a creature caught out in a dumpster by a flipped switch or a suddenly opened door. Not fearful, but not entirely certain how to proceed, either. Surely Ellis knows what he’s looking at. Why shouldn’t he go right back to cracking rotten chicken bones between his teeth.
“When I was very young,” he says, “I aspired to be a warlock of Dendar, the Night Serpent. As was common, among my people.
“A sort of chevalier mage,” seems like a necessary clarification, issued matter-of-fact after a pause for to consider a question he’d asked Ellis, once. I assume most children want to be chevaliers, he’d said. "They are popularly considered to be very evil."